Massachusetts 1997
This is me
This is him
My sketched soul
My crude materialism
My religious point of view
The Christ arranging agony
Numbing blood clots to jaw
Unreeling lamplight habit
Shrinking veins to rockets
Red man bulldozer
Cornering exact blue dislike
For the blue stood fruit
Vociferating mammal love
Motherly fatherly sisterly
Horizontally you left me
Spectacularly attracting ashes
Engulfing teethed lies
Wasteful marched prayers for sinners
Sodding the tongued blissful joy
Corrupting my pupils communion tablets
Blow cloud-banked dismay fumbling exhale
Pale blue hills of incline preferred embraced handshakes
No frames of worship just indigo lit light
Lighting blank paper to live in the quiet of it’s tapestry
Where the soul bends every numbing finger to stem
‘How High’ – Resides in a dusty post High School portfolio with freckled love notes
Wow Mari! that had some powerful impact, you have plenty of passion, “great work”
David. L
Takes a lot to write the past. Thank you.
Another powerful piece born of personal evolution. Yes – hard to revisit, but healing too. You are so real!
It is the elixir for sure.
Channeling it pure bravery, thank you so much : )
Once again great work…
nicely done no doubt. love the “numbing blood clots to the jaw.” keep it rising mari….:)
: )
It’s like you bare a little bit of your soul every day, Mari….Better and better every day…
Actually posted this last night in error. Was not finished and finger plunged to publish.
I should change ‘maternity ward-crematorium’ for
confessional sessions, minus taxi, hmm : )
Thank you my dear..
hmmmmm….Almost everything I publish is unfinished…A testament to the state of my brain lol
Well remember I think in Spanish. Proofing is a must.
True….Yet your English vocabulary is masterful….It is remarkable
Just…. wow! Pain, passion, healing….
xo
Very powerful writing.
Thank you very much ; )